Every image that I strive to show you fades away,
Though it leaves me dead inside, just an empty husk,
Like a contour on a map to our own demise,
Cataracts on the mind's eye, leaves me blind but...

Hallowed thoughts and golden visions burning through my brain,
Every moment of your life like ashes in the wind.

Time takes it's toll while the words turn stagnant and the pattern shifts,
Out of place leaving embers where a flame once burned bright.

Tear down these dead walls,
It's my salvation.
Tear down these dead walls,
My inspiration.

Sift through the wreckage one last time with my fingertips,
A lack of answers keeps me primed, words start whispering.
Another consolation like a taste of benediction, but it's not enough.
Another indication of my mind's elimination, grasp at straws but...

Hallowed thoughts and golden visions burning through my brain,
Every moment of your life like ashes in the wind.

Time takes it's toll while the words turn stagnant and the pattern shifts,
Out of place leaving embers where a flame once burned bright.

Tear down these dead walls,
It's my salvation.
Tear down these dead walls,
My inspiration.

Lost inside this maze with no way out,
Stare at these dead walls.
Weathering the storm and then the drought,
Scream at these dead walls.